I go down a world
Filled with narow streets
Dirt is scattered everywhere
Needs cleanimg everywhere
The places I find
They're too tight
Ideas they get stuck
Inside the streets they fight
And when you try to stay calm
The walls would close in
And ideas pasted from within
Will rot like plastic from a tin
Can, and you try to push
All your sentences
No room for any more
Your thin walls are insecure
And don't forget my words
You'll need them
They will ne your chords
Find the saying:
Don't discard the first
But believe what you find
The streets are too narrow
Don't write with your mind
